"Maybe you just need more training in the art of 'kicking people,'" Sanji smirked. "I'll try them on."

Usopp had hit a weak point, and as the sniper began drawing out plans for the grill, the chef found himself moving closer to get a better look (practically leaning over the other pirate's shoulder). He chewed absently on the edge of his breakfast bar, still in its wrapper. "... I suppose if it was small, and we were already headed in that direction anyway..." It would be for the good of everyone, wouldn't it? Luffy needed a lot of energy, and the meals here couldn't be providing that.

At the mention of matches, Sanji frowned. He had matches, but not many. They went with his limited pack of cigarettes (of which he hadn't gotten to use last night, having slept through it). A lighter wouldn't work well for a grill, though. If he could get his hands on one of those, he could give up the matches in favor of cooking. Even then, however, he still had precious few. "There isn't a way you could design the grill with some sort of lighting mechanism? Matches and such are hard to come by."